Archive for November, 2007

I have been absolutely drowning in immigration issues at Smurf Village for the last several months as we try to wrangle out a policy that both the lawyers and Papa Smurf here can live with. Hasn’t quite happened yet.

Anyway, I ran across these videos today and haven’t stopped laughing yet. They are a parody on the Mac vs PC commercials. Enjoy.

Oh yes they do too! You, Miss Thing, kept after me to give up my boycott and watch the Twinklers. So, tonight I relented and what happened? A big bunch of CRAP happened. That’s what happened. No Cheetah Girl and apparently no Spice Girl either. Looks like a male dominance ploy to me! What a farce!

Harumph! Now I’m mad all over again…no, I think I’m even madder than I was before. I’m going to bed now to dream evil dreams. Shame on you Deb. Cousin or no cousin…shame, shame, shame.

Now I’ve stayed up way past my bedtime so I’m pretty sure that means that I’m fixing to turn into a gourd of some sort so I’ve really gotta go now. How wonderful…crappy finale and unknown gourds…yeehaw!

Dude came into Smurf Village today (aka Police HQ) and ended up in my bureau applying for a permit for his soon to open business establishment. Seems he wanted to be able to have a certain type of “dancing” in his business…wink, wink. Anywho…

While Mr. Dude was waiting, the detective that was working with him stumbled onto a bit of interesting information. Yep, seems Mr. We Should Be Dancing was actually Mr. Illegal Immigrant with an outstanding federal felony warrant on him. Oh yeah. Hilarity ensued as the “mexican jumping bean” was quickly cuffed and whisked away…all to dance another day…south of the border of course.

Could he be any more stupid? We are the police. You are a wanted felon. You came to us and were surprised we caught you. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Bye bye now.

I can see it now. People kicking, biting, pushing, shoving, trampling each other just to get to one. This year’s must have toy. Oh yeah. I can see it now…

NOT!!!

Apparently this is supposed to help potty train your kid. Okay. I’m not seeing it. Click the picture to check out their website. Yep, they really have one. You can even send someone an e-card from there. Not sure what it would look like though so tread lightly.

I’m sorry but how does this even happen? Apparently, the lady in this news story decided to go diddy bopping onto a runway and got hit in the head by a plane…oh yeah…you read that right. She got hit in the head by an airplane as it was taxiing to takeoff.

Umm, excuse me, but how do you not see a plane coming? Just a question.

Every morning, when I come out of my bedroom, I am met with an awesome reminder of God’s love for me, for all of us…and I connect with that selfsame reminder each evening on my way to bed for the night. I always have to stop, if only for the briefest of moments, and smile, a silent “thank you” sent up in prayer. I am so very loved and he just won’t let me forget it.

Mama and Pops gave me this drawing. I had asked for it for Christmas a few years ago. It is by an artist named Katherine Brown. When I saw it for the first time, it shook me to my core. It spoke to me with a resonance I have never been able to explain. All I knew was that I needed to have it with me. Now I do.

I am always reminded of the story of the shepherd and the wayward lamb. I had often seen paintings depicting a shepherd carrying a lamb around his neck. For some reason I found the renderings to be comforting but I never understood the reasoning for carrying the animals in such a manner. Joyce Meyer explained it one day as I listened to one of her tapes.

Apparently, when a particular sheep would continually wander away, the shepherd would have no other recourse than to use his rod to carefully break one or two of the wandering animal’s legs to prevent it from roaming and potentially leading the other sheep astray as well.

Once the animal was incapacitated, it would have to rely on the shepherd for virtually everything. The shepherd would carry the sheep around his neck, to give the broken limb or limbs time to heal. Everywhere they went, the shepherd would carry the sheep. The shepherd would bring food and water to the sheep and make sure it had a comfortable and safe place to lie down to sleep where it would be protected from predators.

The sheep would come to see the shepherd as being everything he needed…his provider…his comforter…his shelter…so that by the time his wounds healed, the sheep would have become so dependent on and trusting in the shepherd that he would never want to wander away from him again.

“The Lord is my shepherd…”

He broke my legs. Sure, he had to do it more than once but I think I’ve finally figured it out and I sure do hope and pray I don’t ever go wandering off anymore.

This precious piece of art hanging in the hallway outside my bedroom door is my daily gentle reminder…not only of my own “broken legs” but also of those wounds on his hands showing me again and again all that he was and still is willing to go through to keep me with him.